Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 57 Hey, this doesn’t seem right, does it?
"Sweetheart, did you just call him 'Kongsu'?"
Watching Moon Knight disappear into the World Gate of Eternal Rock, Harley blew a bubble and ran up to hold Mason's arm. She whispered:
"So, the one you were talking to just now was the spirit behind Moonlight Knight?"
"Not entirely. At least when he was communicating with you about his schizophrenia, it was Moonlight Knight's secondary personality that was in control."
Mason explained:
"But when it comes to the conversation about the purpose of the gods and my purpose, Moonlight Knight's personality is unable to dominate this topic, and Kong Su used a very wonderful method to complete the meeting.
I guess that unfortunate fellow was kicked out by his companions to talk to me. After all, it is a terrible risk for a god's consciousness to descend into the body of a messenger and talk to someone who possesses the Black Death Sword. "
"Wow, that sounds cool."
Harley snorted, poked her delicate face and said:
"This old Kongsu seems to be very fond of . Sweetheart, do you think I should go find a statue of the Moon God and worship him? Maybe he can give me and Quinn strength...
oops!"
Before she could finish her words, Mason pinched her face and squeezed it hard. The captain scolded Harley:
"Don't have such crazy ideas. Kongsu is a god. Simple good and evil cannot be the standard for his behavior. Those guys are different from mortals.
The world they see is not as black and white as it is in yours.
Besides, I am protecting you now. Which god dares to approach you?
Well, time to go."
Mason loosened his fingers, and as Harley angrily said "punch you on the back", he turned his head to look at the Skrull Queen not far behind him, and said:
"Then, according to our previous agreement, the Skrulls can temporarily stay in Osborne Tower, but your behavior will be monitored. Don't cause any more trouble under the current environment."
"Thank you for your kindness, my Lord."
If before she only had fear of Mason and the humiliation of being forced to obey, then now Queen Vikran, holding the Super Skrull Psychic Beacon, only had gratitude and awe in her heart.
Judging by the standards of a servant, Mason Cooper is clearly much more merciful than Brainiac.
Rather than viewing the Skrulls as expendable tools, he included them among the masses suffering during the Dark Ages.
This alone made the Queen feel relieved.
But when Mason and Harley were about to leave, the Queen, who still had scars on her body, stopped them. Under Mason's surprised gaze, the Queen, who had just taken back the spiritual beacon, handed the shining beacon back to Mason.
She whispered:
"My lord, it's not that the Skrulls are born servile, but our talents determine that we must rely on strong leaders. The conquerors have never stopped hunting us. In the past, we were protected by Brainiac, but now we will be forced to face this increasingly cruel era alone.
I still had doubts.
But having lived through this war myself and having shared in the glory of your victory, I am convinced that now is not the best time to restore freedom to my people.
Your ideals are terrible.
But once it is truly realized, the future where the worlds are no longer connected at will is the future that truly belongs to the Skrulls and can live safely in their own corner.
We are willing to continue to contribute to your cause, and I believe that our dedication will be rewarded accordingly.”
At this point, the Queen said somewhat embarrassedly:
“And to be honest, I don’t think I can completely control my people. Repeated failures have weakened my authority.
While most Skrulls are forced to be cunning and vicious, there are some among us who are born villains who are eager to create chaos.
Therefore, I'd better keep this spiritual beacon with you for now.
I believe that even the most ambitious Skrulls will bow their heads before you after witnessing your glorious victory. The strong have power, the wise wield it.
You are strong and wise, and we should obey your will."
"Well, now that you've said this, if I refuse again it seems like I'm trying to pass the buck."
Mason shrugged, took the mind beacon, and said to the queen:
"Go back to Osborne Tower to recover. I'll let you know when I need you to go out. "
"As you command, my Lord."
The Queen took a few steps back and watched Mason and Harley disappear in the flaming light curtain. She didn't have to worry about how to leave here. As a super spy and a super Skrull, she always had enough ways.
for example……
"Shazam!"
As she called out in a low voice, the power of the six gods turned into thunder and descended upon her, allowing her to once again transform into the simulated form of Black Adam, and then she easily left this sealed magical land.
The power of the six gods did not originally flow so vividly through Queen Vikrant.
After all, fake is fake, and the Skrulls' super disguise can hardly deceive the gods who grant power. However, perhaps for Mason's sake, the six Egyptian gods did not "blame" the thief too much.
Just pretend you didn't see it.
"Vikrant is so cunning!"
When leaving the Rock of Eternity and returning to the sky of the material world, Harley, riding on a burning car, complained to Mason:
"She obviously just wanted to find a backer for herself so that she could continue to act like she did when she served Brainiac, and she even made up so many big theories.
I don't believe that a ruler who can carry out secret invasions on other worlds would suddenly care so much about his own people."
"You see it but don't say it, little cutie."
Mason in the truck closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, relaxing his body and saying:
"It's hard to be alone. Take me back to Gotham... Hmm? Where are you going? Why is this road wrong?"
"You have three hours today to mine!"
Harry pouted and complained quietly:
“You will definitely meet Ciri soon. I heard from Panam and the loudmouthed V that the hunter is willing to sacrifice his own life for your victory.
Who knows you will come up with…”
"What are you whispering about?"
"Ah, nothing! Let's go shopping, sweetheart, just to celebrate the victory! Today we're going to buy a black skirt and a red rope..."
…
Three hours later, Mason returned to Gotham.
He walked into the Leslie Clinic in the city that had been strangely restored to its original state after being hacked, with an expressionless face, as if he was familiar with it as if he had worked there before.
However, no one is working here for the time being. Everyone has gone to avoid the disaster and has not returned yet.
Some of the wounded in the previous battle were transferred here by the master. As the final clearance worldwide has not yet been completed, most of the combat forces that can still be mobilized have been dispersed, which has made this never-peaceful city unusually quiet.
It was like a crazy woman showing a quieter attitude than ever before, bringing a sense of tranquility to Gotham in the dawn light today.
Mason stood at the window and lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.
For unknown reasons, Harley was unusually excited today, making him feel like he had fought a hungry beast just now. Fortunately, Quinn could only exist in Harley's mind as a secondary personality.
If two come together...
"Should I do something an alchemist does?"
As smoke rose, Mason played with the light put out device in his hand, glanced at the rope marks on his arm and complained:
“For example, develop some medicine that can calm Harley down, or develop a secret recipe that can give me the virility of a hundred men at once. I always feel like my little cutie seems to have a strange sense of crisis .
This is not good for her condition.”
He sighed and extinguished the cigarette, which was only one-third smoked, in the trash can. Then the water body turned and the smoke dissipated, and he appeared in an observation room of the clinic again.
The swordsman in front of him was lying on the hospital bed, wearing a breathing mask, looking like a critically ill patient who had signed an extubation agreement and could die at any time.
But in fact, this guy is probably the healthiest patient in the clinic right now.
The swordsman's external injuries were healing quickly due to the Hell Lord's super strong physique and the power enhancement of Lord Fate. The reason why he was still unconscious now was simply because he was too crazy when he was chopping people before, and was attacked by the warlock, so his mind needed to sleep.
"This time, it's really thanks to you. If you hadn't stopped us at the critical moment, it's hard to say how this war would have turned out."
Mason stood in front of the bed and checked the swordsman's body again as a healer. After confirming that she had recovered well, he took out some potions to soothe her spirit and mixed them at the bedside.
While he was busy, he sighed and said:
"The city and the world can be restored through time magic, but those who died... those who sacrificed, they are gone forever just because I insisted on starting this war in a world that does not belong to me.
Those lives killed by neutrons will probably curse me as an ambitious person and a bastard as they die.
Alas, I am becoming more and more like a true pioneer of the Star Society, and more and more like a qualified hound who once vowed not to sacrifice anyone.
But it turns out I’m just a braggart.”
"Are you confessing?"
A familiar voice sounded from behind Mason. Ciri, holding a cup of hot coffee, appeared in the swordsman's ward in the silver light. She leaned against the window and said in a teasing tone:
"Confessing to a hell lord? Do you think you will go to hell after your life ends, so you asked Liana to reserve a good place for you in hell in advance?"
"If she can indeed arrange it, why not?"
Mason smiled, reached out and injected the prepared potion into Liana's IV bottle with a syringe. After he was done, he turned and looked at Ciri behind him.
Lord Hunter's condition is much worse than that of the thick-skinned Hell Lord.
There was a bandage on her face, and there were unhealed wounds on her neck and wrists, probably because her previous demon hunter suit was damaged and she had to change her clothes.
And because of Ciri's unique skill of "making men shut up", the second button of her collar was open. From Mason's position, he could see her delicate collarbone, where there were scars that had not yet healed.
Although she tried her best to appear relaxed, the fatigue in her eyes could not be concealed.
She is different from the swordsman. She has never been a frontal combat player, but she was forced to engage in a head-on battle with an endless army of cleaners. It was as dangerous as Master Ye participating in World War II with bare hands.
"What's wrong?"
Mason's silent gaze made Ciri feel a little awkward. She reached out to brush her silver hair and said while drinking coffee:
"Is there something dirty on me?"
"Your guards suffered heavy casualties?"
Mason asked:
"I heard from Morgan and V that only two of the five Red Cavalry Corps were left and retreated to their bases, and the Death Barge Najilfa was almost torn in half.
These Wild Hunt elites are not losses that can be easily replaced."
“But we won.”
Ciri smiled and said casually:
“No matter how precious a force is, it can only show its value when it is truly used, and a fierce and powerful army must be deployed on the battlefield to become the bargaining chip that determines victory or defeat.
Although I lost my guards .
But on the bright side, this victory will allow me to gain more. Without the warlock's interference, our plan will be able to proceed more smoothly.
This is a great thing.”
"The more you say that, the more sorry I feel, my dear boss."
Mason shook his head.
He walked to the window and pushed it open, letting the dawn breeze blow into the ward and looking out at the city. In his eyes, the city was so quiet at this moment that it didn't even look like Gotham.
“I haven’t found a way yet.”
He suddenly said:
“Regarding the soul contract between you and Lord Fate, I asked Hei Qiyi, and he told me that I can weaken the connection between you two but I cannot eradicate it.
This curse has been placed upon you for seventeen years. It has become part of your being."
"What on earth do you want to say, Mason?"
Ciri glanced at the young man lying next to her by the window and said:
"Speak directly, don't be like Mr. A who always beats around the bush."
"I mean, the better our plans are, the closer you are to the point where you're at risk of dying."
Mason turned to look at Ciri and said:
"I began to hesitate. I don't want to hide it from you. If the price of victory is the death of you and Liana..."
"That's what we deserve! No one asked you to make any more preparations for this matter, because those who are going to die don't care about it anymore."
Ciri suddenly interrupted Mason's description, and the hunter turned around and said:
"I told you before, we are not afraid of death, but we are afraid that death is worthless! The death of the warlock has alarmed Mephisto, and I can feel that it is waking up from its slumber.
What you should be thinking about now is not the lives of Liana and me, but how to deliver a fatal blow before it launches a counterattack...ah!"
She talked about the taboo that she could not speak of again, and the pain from the depths of her soul made her body twitch.
This wouldn't be a problem under normal circumstances, but now she was already weak after the war, and the coffee cup in her hand fell to the ground and shattered, splashing the scalding liquid everywhere.
But a pair of strong arms supported her, preventing her from falling to the ground in embarrassment.
"Maybe I should give you a break..."
Mason helped Ciri up and joked:
“For example, those things you want to do but haven’t finished in your long life, hurry up during this period of time to advance them, so that you won’t be filled with regrets when we really have to face the choice.
If we are destined to face separation, I don't think it is polite to let you leave with regrets. "
"Are you serious?"
Ciri was suddenly stunned.
She looked up at Mason. The young man could feel the female boss's eyes becoming hotter, which made him realize that something was wrong. He tried to change the subject and said:
"Don't think too much, I'm just joking, I won't let you die, I'll do my best...?"
All the following words were blocked back in his throat as the cold lips blocked Mason's assurance.
He realized he had made a terrible mistake.
There were too many imperfections in Ciri's life, and perhaps even a small one of them was related to him.
He wanted to push his female boss away.
But the flying silver hair hit his nostrils, making him smell the faint aroma of currant and a trace of lingering blood.
Just like throwing a burning match into an oil barrel, the hand that should have been firm gently reached into the open collar, following the delicate collarbone and pressing against the slightly trembling skin of the heart.
"Ahem"
A cough suddenly interrupted the two people's passionate conversation.
Mason and Ciri in his arms looked back at the same time, like people caught cheating on their partner, and saw the dying swordsman, who had sat up in shock, leaning against the bed.
At this moment, he was looking at the two of them with a sharp gaze, holding a piece of popcorn that came from nowhere in his hand.
The blond Hell Lord said with eyes wide open:
"Go on! Don't mind me, I can hide my scent, just pretend I don't exist. Go on, please, both of you, you see Ciri's bra and Mason's pants are both undone, it would be so awkward to stop here.
Oh, little Mason, didn’t I realize that you have so much capital? No wonder you can make Ciri, who is like an old nun, so crazy about you.
She is ready.
Trust me, go for it!"
"Shua"
The two people with red faces immediately withdrew their fingers that were placed where they shouldn't be, turned around and began to tidy up their scattered clothes.
Oh my god, that string almost broke just now.
"I'm just reminding you..."
The swordsman yawned and threw a piece of popcorn into her mouth. She closed her eyes and whispered:
“Don’t get too entangled, especially you, Mason. If the woman in your arms is destined to die in your hands one day, then everything you do now is just asking for trouble.
The hotter your heart is, the more painful it will be when you pull the trigger.
Ciri can risk it all because she only needs to take one bullet to be done with it, but you have to live with self-blame and regret for the rest of your life.
Oh, you should have shown up earlier.
Before Ciri stepped into this fire pit, you descended from the sky on a colorful cloud and rescued her from the quagmire, but you broke into her life seventeen years late.
This meant that she was doomed to be beyond help.
Same as me. ”
